It was clearly too much to articulate further. Dylan’s father was overcome by emotion.
‘Sorry…’ he choked out.
‘It’s OK,’ Pip reassured him with a smile. ‘I totally understand. It was a frightening experience.’
For her as well. What would Dr Costa think if he knew that he’d provided the confidence Pip had needed to succeed, even before the surprise of his genuine presence? She didn’t dare look at him.
‘I’m so pleased to hear Dylan’s doing well,’ she added.
‘He’s doing very well.’
Pip had to look up as the paediatrician spoke. She found herself basking in a smile she could remember all too easily.
The warmth of this man!
‘And I must congratulate you again,’ Toni added. ‘I didn’t get the chance to tell you how impressed I was with what I saw. I couldn’t have managed that procedure any better myself. You did, indeed, save young Dylan’s life.’
Pip had never felt so proud of herself. It had taken so much hardship to cope with the long training and compromises in her personal life to get to precisely this point, but Toni’s approval and the gratitude of Dylan’s parents made it all seem worthwhile. More than worthwhile.
But then Pip’s gaze was caught by the sight of the young parents moving to sit with their son. They were holding hands with each other and they both used their free hands to gently touch their child. The bond between the three of them was palpable and Pip was aware of a sense of loss that took the shine off her pride. Life could be so complicated and there was no doubt that sacrifices had been made for her to get to where she was. Sometimes things got lost that could never be replaced.
‘Don’t look so worried,’ Toni said. ‘He is going to be fine.’
Pip nodded. And smiled—happy to let the paediatrician assume she had been thinking of the child they could see. The return smile gave no hint that he might have guessed her real thoughts, although his words were startling.
‘How’s Alice?’ he queried.
Nobody could read minds that well, Pip reassured herself. ‘She seems fine at the moment.’
‘Have you received the appointment for the ultrasound examination?’
‘Yes, it’s next Thursday. Faster than I would have expected.’
Toni didn’t seem surprised but then his attention was being diverted by a nurse approaching with a patient’s chart.
‘Could you sign off these medication adjustments, please, Dr Costa?’
‘Sure.’ But Toni was still looking at Pip as she turned away with a nod of farewell. ‘I’ll try and drop by to see what they find on ultrasound. Ten o’clock, isn’t it?’
Pip’s nod slowed and she left the unit feeling oddly dazed. How on earth had Toni known the time of the appointment? And why would he want to interrupt what had to be a gruelling work schedule in order to attend?
For one, extremely disconcerting, moment, Pip thought that maybe Alice was right. Maybe Toni Costa was attracted to her and was looking for an opportunity to see her again. She couldn’t deny that the possibility of seeing him again had not gone unremarked in her decision to follow up on Dylan Harris’s progress.
How would she feel if that was the case? Pip walked through the hospital corridors barely noticing the people or departments she passed. If the tingling sensation in her body right now, coming in rather pleasurable waves, was anything to go by, she would feel very good about it.
Very, very good!
Alice was not feeling very good. Pip entered her home that evening to find her daughter looking downright mutinous.
‘Nona’s taken my phone,’ she announced by way of greeting for Pip. ‘It’s not fair!’
‘It’s perfectly fair.’ Shona appeared in the kitchen doorway. ‘You spend half your life texting your friends. You’ll get it back when you’ve finished your homework.’ She smiled at Pip. ‘You’re home, finally! Wash your hands, love, it’s almost dinnertime.’
The tone Shona used to speak to both Pip and Alice had been…well…motherly. Caring but firm. Possibly a little close to the end of a tether. Alice and Pip exchanged a glance. They both knew it would be a good idea to smooth potentially troubled waters. Alice disappeared upstairs, to at least look like she was doing some homework. Pip followed her mother to the kitchen.
‘You OK, Mum?’
‘I’m fine. Bit tired, I guess.’ Shona pushed strands of her greying hair behind her ears as she bent to open the oven. ‘It’s just casserole and baked potatoes. Hope that’ll do.’
‘It’ll be fantastic,’ Pip said sincerely. How many other overworked and stressed junior registrars could bank on going home to a warm house and delicious hot meal? Or having their laundry done or messages run when time simply wasn’t there for mundane chores?
But, then, how many twenty-eight-year-olds would want to be still living in their childhood home?
It wasn’t that Pip resented the security and comfort of being mothered. It was just that—sometimes—it would be nice to choose entirely for herself. To maybe sit down and chill out with a glass of wine instead of being immediately sucked into a predictable family routine.
A routine that had been the only way she could be doing what she was doing, Pip reminded herself. And look what she’d achieved today. A life saved. A family who would be only too happy to return to a normal routine. Pip gave her mother a one-armed hug as Shona stood up to place a tray of hot baked potatoes onto the bench.
‘What’s that for?’ But Shona didn’t sound displeased.
‘Just because I love you,’ Pip responded. She grinned. ‘And because I had a great day today. I had to do a really tricky emergency procedure on a little boy, Mum. He’d stopped breathing. He could have died but he’s going to be fine.’
‘Well done, you!’
Shona’s smile was proud but Pip could detect an undertone. ‘You sure you’re all right? Is that pain back again?’
‘No, not really. Just a bit of an ache.’
‘Have you made another appointment with Dr Gillies yet?’
‘No. I’ll do it tomorrow.’
‘That’s what you said yesterday. And last week.’ Pip eyed her mother with concern. She looked a bit pale. And tired. ‘Is Alice giving you a hard time about doing her homework?’
Shona smiled again. ‘No more than usual. We’ll get it done.’
That ‘we’ didn’t need to include Pip, but she brushed aside any feeling of being left out. ‘Anything I can do to help in here?’
‘Have you washed your hands?’
‘Mum, I’m twenty-eight! If I want to eat dinner with dirty hands, I’m allowed to.’ Pip sighed fondly. ‘OK, I’ll go and wash my hands.’
‘Good girl. Tell Alice to wash hers as well. Dinner will on the table in five minutes.’
Alice was brushing her hair and staring at herself in the bathroom mirror.
‘Dinner in five,’ Pip told her. ‘Wash your hands.’
‘Hey, Pip—can we watch “Falling Stars” after tea? In your room?’
‘Sure.’ Although half an hour of watching a gossip show about Hollywood celebrities wasn’t Pip’s cup of tea, time cuddled up on her double bed with Alice, watching the tiny screen of her portable television,